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Chapter 9 by xmare xmare

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The day

By lunch time I had learned what he meant. The two times it had happened, I was at my desk alone, which wasn't so bad. The third time, though, I was talking to Rachel, my colleague. We were discussing a client in the corner between meetings when all of a sudden, my hands start moving. Luckily, I thought quickly and spun around.

"Are you okay?" I heard her ask me from behind.

"MmMM! Yeah," I faced the wall as my fingers rolled each nipple firm, trying to disguise the pleasure in my voice. "Just need to adjust my shirt, y'know."

I turned back and smiled confidently, trying not to think about the pleasing sensation of them against my blouse. Luckily for me, she didn't ask any questions.


Over the course of the day I learned that as long as they were hard, I wouldn't be compelled to do anything. Luckily, the thought of having a compulsion was arousing enough to have a mitigating effect. It didn't stop a few close shaves, but I made it through the day without embarrassing myself too much.

To my surprise, I felt my underwear reappear when I left the threshold of the bank. I wondered if that was on purpose as I made my way home.

It was hard to focus on driving home when all I could think about was how at the touch of a button I could be helplessly on the floor, ready to serve my boyfriend.


I opened the door, apprehensively, wondering if there was some compulsion or trap laid for me. I stepped inside and checked myself over for changes. He was sat at the dining room table with a glass of wine for each of us.

"How was your day?" He smiled.

"You!" I smiled back and sat down at the table. "You almost got me into trouble!!"

I looked at the phone, on the table, nervously, and looked up at him.

"Did you..?"

"No, not yet. I wanted to talk."

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

"Look, I don't want my career to be affected, or my reputation." I squirmed a little at the thought. I hated that the thought of having my reputation damaged was arousing to me. "...But I do want to be pushed."

He raised an eyebrow. "I can try but I don't want to push this thing too much. And as much as I enjoy making you happy, this whole thing is new to me still. I don't want to mess things up."

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